Can I stay? #Poetry

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Broken dreams
Where many hands reach for me
Tearing pieces of my mind
I’m somewhere
where the screaming never ends
Have I crossed over to the dark side?
Is my soul lost
Along with the pieces of my mind?
The ground I walk on
Is no longer as solid as it used to be
Can I save some small part of me?
Will I find a way to stay in my own world?
To hold on to self…

©anitadawes 2020

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 2) By Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt


‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 2) By Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG

I felt my hand tremble
As I pulled the paper from the bottle
Thin, fragile, delicate with age,
the edges burned
as if they meant to destroy it
before placing it in the bottle
I could hardly bear to unroll it
It felt like the Rosetta Stone in my hand
With great care the words came into view
A sad tale of a young man’s loss
I could feel his pain in every word
He was sorry he had to go
Tell Laura, I love her
The date on the letter was my birthdate
My name is Laura…

©anitadawes 2020

#Fiction In A Flash Challenge… #Poetry

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #16 Entry Part 10) by Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt

Is there any sound more haunting?
Than a wolf crying under the full moon
Lending his voice to an ancient magic
Long forgotten
Only the echo in his heart remains
Will his continued howling
Bring back a little magic one day?

©anitadawes 2020

This is probably a little late, but things are still a bit chaotic around here!

I don’t want to be here…

From the hospital bed…

I don’t want to be here
I shouldn’t be here
They changed my pills
Brought me back again
Far worse than before
Now more tests
Needles everywhere
To see if they can fix me
Keep me from coming back
Now I’m stuck inside
These four grey walls
Feeling a little sorry for myself
As I shouldn’t be here.
The upside is the people I have met
They are wonderful
They keep me from screaming
I am counting the bruises
Up my arms instead
Thank God for the phone
I can talk to Jaye
Drive her mad instead
My son drove here
Like Mad Max on super speed
If he had not run that last red light
They say I would have been
Floating above their heads
Thank God they ripped
My clothes off in time
To keep me earthbound
More tests tomorrow
Home soon after that
I hope!

©anitadawes 2020

Jaye: just received a phone call from Anita… she’s coming home this afternoon!

#Writephoto ~ Serenity ~ #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Serenity #writephoto

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a blue-lit landscape, land and calm water mirroring the cloudy, silver-lit sky.

Was it like this in the beginning?
When God said let there be light
And the light was good
So smooth, so full of wonder
As above so below
Let the magic keep flowing
Let the world be bathed
In beauty, peace, and harmony
Let each living thing rejoice
In its own way
Let serenity be the air
That we breathe…

©anitadawes 2020

Anita should be coming home from the hospital today… Yay!

#Writephoto ~ Crescent ~ #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Crescent #writephoto

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows the dark silhouette of a tree against a cloudy sky. The horizon is lit by the gold of dawn, while a crescent moon hangs above the tree.

The threat of darkness
Snapped away by the light of dawn
The gold blush kissing the black shadow below
In between the pale horizon sits waiting
For the crescent moon to swell with magic
While the dark trees stand silent
All but a few, hear the whisper
Of wind through their leaves
A hint of things yet to come
Would you want to hear
the kind of future
they whisper about?

©anitadawes 2020

She’s Mine… #Poetry

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Take the coins from her eyes
Send the ferryman on his empty way
He cannot have her, she’s mine
I will tear the stars from the firmament
Rip the universe in half
Throw it back in God’s face
Tell him He has made a terrible mistake
Allowing a perfect love to wrap us together
To tear us apart too soon
The world would spin from its axis
All God’s creations would crash and burn
I would spend the next two thousand
reincarnated lifetimes to make it so
We belonged to each other
before we were born
Now, take the coins from her eyes…

©anitadawes 2020

Home ~ #Poetry


I heard a voice from a place of broken dreams

Where mirrors crack when looked at

A million images vanish into dust

Taking a part of you

you may not miss for years to come.

Yet like a puzzle that has a piece missing

You search for something that has no name

To fill that empty space that may never be filled

Until we return to the source from which we came…

©anitadawes 2020

The Quickening…

The Quickening

I ride the wind like a black stallion
With other worldly speed
He carries me beyond the edge of knowing
My time here will be short
I must listen with more than my ears
See with more than my eyes
My heart will still at the moment of quickening
When dry stones turn to rivers of blood
The land grows its own kind of evil
Time echoes in a flame
A spark from the beginning
It journeys now on the wind
Creating what it will
The world is ruled by a red mist
Carried by hot desert sands
Time, held in perpetuity for a world yet to come
Where good fortune rides the black stallion…

©anitadawes 2020

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#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 465

Was that a signal from the universe?
Voices telling me not to go through the tunnel.
I felt the soft breath, a sigh
against my cheek
Are the dead teasing me?
Still calling me on?
Did I throw all my good senses
to the four winds
When walking out last night
Does the world wail for me?
I think not
As I float down river, out to sea…

©anitadawes 2020